Nickname: Darke (given to him by the brats at his junior high school for his views on the 'dark' side of things)
Real Name:Nicholai (If you call me that, I'll have to kill you...)
Real age: 34 (appears 16)
Appearance: Tall and thin... stands about 5'10". Normally wears a loose but comfortable black T-shirt with the KoRn 'Follow the leader' album art on the back. He wears black jeans, and a silver chain hangs around his neck. His eyes are an amazing silver color which can easily freak out people. He has the clich�d white skin of a vampire. To mortals, he appears simply to be another high school goth-punk-hooligan-whateverthehellyoucalltheoutcastkidsthesedays.
So what the fuck am I? A 11th generation fledgling lasombra, on a 'coffee break' from the Sabbat that has lasted years so far...
Vampric disciplines: Obtenebration 2 Dominate 1 Auspex 1 Obfuscate 1 (unfortunately in the vampiric time scale Darke is young, and thus he has a great number less disciplines and abilities than older vampires. However his bag of tricks is enough to give him the upper hand when dealing with humans and even younger kindred.)
History: Despite his upper-middle class upbringing, throughout Junior High and the first couple of years of high school at Stratford Academy, he became established as the resident 'hoodlum' in the school overflowing with jocks, preps, and those emerged in all things trendy. He was, and still is quite intelligent and thoughtful, but because he chose to dress in all black and chose to look on the darker side of things, he was often talked about by his peers (rumors about him being a Satan worshiper, etc.) Though none of them had the guts to make such accusations to his face, since he had a reputation as well. What happens when you piss this prick off? Brace yourself for flying desks coming your way. It was safe to say he was NOT happy with his current life.
One fateful night during the middle of his 16th year, he was at a park across the street from his school, waiting for his only true 'friend', Caleb who was supposed to be bringing some weed. Seeing some figures heading his way, he sat forward on the bench in anticipation. To his suprise, however, it was a couple that was walking through the park: his classmate Brandon and his cute but airhead girlfriend Whitney. They were totally unaware of Darke sitting there on the bench, until they were just a few feet from him. When Whitney first noticed him, she made her usual rude comments, the only thing she was really good at "Well, if it isn't the school FREAK". In retaliation Darke stood up suddenly, narrowing his eyes to both of them, this caused them both to take a step back, although Brandon was standing in front of Whitney in a rather protective way. Darke felt the urge to teach them a lesson, but he convinced himself now was not the time. "Go. Now." he spoke coldly and sharply to them, which was a rarity because he normally wasn't big on words, and had nothing to say to the likes of them in the first place. They slowly began to inch away, and after they were out of sight, Brandon consoled his girlfriend, "Don't worry, hun, I'll mess up that freak later for giving us trouble..." Darke sighed and thought 'good riddance' to the both of them before sitting back down. But unknown to him and the others, a shadowy figure had silently watched the whole ordeal...
Suddenly, the shadows around him began to... move?! This didn't make sense seeing as he wasn't even high yet. The fucked up shadows began to surround him, and although he was a little afraid, he actually appeared extremely calm. Shadowy tendrils began to reach out for him from the surrounding darkness. 'What the fuck?!' Darke's mind raced as the vine-like shadow things wrapped themselves tightly around his neck, waist and wrists; he was then suddenly jerked to a standing position. Darke looked about for the one attacking him, but could not see anyone. He then calls out, his voice so calm and casual that it suprises both him and his attacker, "Who are you? What do you want?" As he asked, a tall, thin man appeared from the shadows, his long blone hair pulled neatly back in a ponytail, and his unnaturally pale face having an arrogant smirk. "My name is Raziel, my lad, and I simply want..." his fangs began to elongate, a foreshadow of what's to come "YOU!". Darke hissed "No!", but it was too late, in amazing speed, the vampire had moved to Darke's neck, and pierced his delicate human flesh with the eternally sharp cannines. Darke struggled to get away, struggled to move a muscle, but found to his dismay he could not - he was completely paralyzed as he felt his own precious lifeforce being drained from his body.
Once Raziel felt the boy's heart begin to slow, recognizing the telltale sign that the child's life is coming to an end, he suddenly pulled away. At Raziel's will, the tendrils dispersed into nothing, and Darke's body, on the brink of death, fell down to meet the cold earth. The smile returned to the vampire's blood-stained lips "I'm putting an end to your suffering, boy, but I am giving you a choice... you can DIE, or I can give you a remarkable new life!". He kneeled down beside the fallen boy, who was staring up at him in silent wonder. Raziel took a deep (but unnessicary) breath, then he bit his own wrist, making a nice gash, winceing only slightly at the self-inflicted pain. He then moved his bleeding wrist to a couple of inches above Darke's barely open mouth. Drops of blood began to fall,and after a minute Darke's eyes began to widen, as the blood transformed from a metal-ly taste, to something incredibly sweet yet addicting. He shakily rose his hand and grasped the wrist , pressing it firmly to his mouth as he greedily sucked more and more, eventually pulling himself up to a sitting position. Raziel kept thinking to himself 'Just grin and bear it!' as he watched Darke with delight. Suddenly, he felt a ping of uncomfort, "stop,boy" he spoke, but Darke paid little heed. He then raised his free arm high and brought it down, slapping the side of Darke's
face hard. This caused the two to momentarily make eye contact. Raziel used this to his advantage, using command of the wearied mind (Dominate 1) "Stop." Merely hearing his sire's voice causes Darke to do so, releaseing the wrist then slowly stands, the realization of what he was doing just now setting in, "What just happened?!" Darke inquires in wonder. The smirk returns to Raziel's face, and his normally blue eyes flickered red momentarily as he spoke "Welcome to immortality! The most fucked up trip of your existance!"
Darke then notices something shiny, reflecting the moonlight intensely in one of Raziel's hands, and begins to zone out whilst exercising his new heightened sight. Raziel preceptively notices what the young vampire is up to "Will you snap out of it?". Darke jumps slightly hearing the voice, as if somebody carefully snuck up behind him and poked him. An almost sheepish look crosses his face as Raziel speaks "It's alright, your new senses will take some getting used to. I saw that you were admiring" he slowly brings the object, a dagger, into view "This." Without any warning, Raziel throws the dagger at Darke, having it aimed percisely for his forehead. Darke's silver eyes flash red, as he reaches up and manages to catch the handle of the dagger, the blade being no more than an inch from piercing his forehead. Raziel nods in approvement, and even applauds lightly. "That's a gift for you... To remember this night". Darke didn't know if he should say 'thanks' or 'thanks for nearly killing me (again)', so he simply kept silent while he brought the dagger down, examining it closely. Raziel kept watching in amusement, thinking to himself 'Impressive... he survived the embrace and passed my own little test with flying colors... yes.. this one will serve us nicely'
THE END ... or is it? Well, Let's just leave it at how Brandon and Whitney's dead bodies were discovered the next day, and the police wrote up a report on another 'runaway'. >=)